[Untitled]

Roses are sweet
Violets are dark
I once took a walk and got lost in a park
With gloom about and no one in sight, i stumbled upon a barn that I slept in that night
Whilst in my dream, i met a boy and he showed me the way to find true joy
Upon awakening, he had disappeared, my thoughts consumed me and the worst i feared
To see him again, would be the desire of my life
So down dripped my blood from the end of that knife.